They might wonder about me,
The lone girl sat,
With a cigarette,
A notebook and a pen,
Headphones on.
But why wonder,
When you could find out,
With a simple question,
And two minutes of listening,
But nobody seems to listen,
Nobody has the time,
Of day for me.
That's why I wonder,
Why I'm wandering,
Completely lost,
In my own world,
Full of bliss and shit.
- 12th November 2011
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